wriggly: stripy tea towel on head, dressing gown/poncho/outsize dress, toy lamb/sheep and voilà : a shepherd.
Tea towel on head probably now v un-PC, but it worked for me in about 1978.
Zulu, I am a single parent, really, you're right.
I utterly hate it. After about 5 or 6pm I know I'll not be able to leave the house at all, nor have any company once the kids are in bed. DH does need to work this hard because of the *rse who is his boss (whom you may or may not remember from your lurking on Fanjo Warriors: the Soap). He sacked someone a few weeks back for no real reason, another colleague is so p'd off she has gone on sabbatical, he is too tight to employ sufficient staff for the workload, the secretary is a trainee (cheaper, you see) so only works 3 days a week as she is in college the other 2, and thus everyone else (except the boss, of course) wastes time answering the phone, etc. They are drowning in work. Two or three new skivvies have been recruited, but they will need training before they are operational, and no one has time to do it. Meanwhile they all earn peanuts, while boss rakes in a serious fortune. I could rant for hours, but won't!
DS1 is now no longer spewing everywhere, but is pale and weak and can't go anywhere. I left the house yesterday morning to take Alex to the CMs, and then once at 9pm to take out the rubbish and I have major cabin fever!